Golden rye waits in the fields For the harvest coming up Man is waiting for sunise Bears crown to try on Wind bends rye spikes to the ground This time crops are ripen well Grains are falling like a gold To the den of bear
The hymn to bearskins will sung By their children And when curtain time will come By children of their children Let the heart to prompt a term When it's time to make a choice And to clothe like king a wood Fell in the skin of a bear. "The call of ancestors"
The ice chains will be broken by the first coming rill And sleeply mighty hands will feel free again Refreshing vital juices will run thru young veins Drive out the drunkeness and waking the life up
You hear the voices ofthe ancestors around When the mountain top is red-stained by the dawn And a ship isrolled on surges from impstiens Just when your palm touch the hilt of a sword
Be ready for the trials new life is coming on You'll hear the greatest voices To take the place beside They call you. In the kingdom Where forever brave man liveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
